it was a hot mess,

as the situation danced around me like lost moths.

i continually dance down isles and rows, as if i were in a grocery store, and the items i picked out resembled the ideas and different points of view in which i could clearly see the difference.

my eyes would dash back and forth as if i were a spectator at a tennis match,

i'd scan prices,

i'd contemplate as i stood blocking the isle,

i shouldn't have.

it's up to me.